This morning I arose at 6am (ish), kitted up and set out for a 13 mile training run. I took two Science in Sport Gel Carb Packs which I resisted eating before I reached the end of the road, and held out for a full 9 miles..
My friend Jane (a triathlete) had put me onto these and said they tasted foul, but to be absolutely fair she isn't lying. It has a slight powdery flavour, and requires a good deal of wrestling to extract it. Nothing like as much fun as the jelly baby idea.
They did help, unquestionably, but it was curiously very hard work immediately past the 10 mile mark.
The only issues were;
1. The top of the 4th toe on the left foot needs protection for longer distances.
2. Light knee twinge (now past as I sit here).
3. Being run very close on pace by a chap walking down the road with a pint of milk and reading the paper. He looked behind him, then moved to one side, but when the expected charging rhinocerous didn't materialise he moved back and looked again. He was as confused as I was because I had all the external attributes of running; arms moving, feet leaving the ground, leaning slightly forward and sweating profusely, but apparently very little forward momentum. He returned to his paper and gave me a while longer to catch up.
Hey, I did say I was not looking for speed records.
Rob Payne has put forward an innovative sponsorship system. He sponsors me £50, but will attend. Each time he sees me walking I donate a tenner back to Macmillan Cancer Care. A sort of spread bet if you will.
More soon.
Stacy
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Normally I ignore the village eejit in the local pub. He gibbers on about people being swapped by aliens and anal probes. Now I realise he may have had a point all along.
Sticky? Doing a marathon? Genius! I am beyond impressed. (were your Albert Park lines good?)
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